Brianna Roosevelt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

How the radical left makes it hard to clear hookers from areas like Roosevelt Ave. in Queens

Ya know, I get mad sometimes. People forget heart. But I see the hurt on every broken bench in Liberty Park. I see joy on lively mural walls by South Loop. Life’s a mess, right? But that’s real.

Roosevelt and Pinehurst Way NE Paving & Safety Project